Another Colin Forbes novel completed from the shelf. This is the earliest of the bunch I'd grabbed at a book fair a while back. I can see some differences between this and the later novels. For one, the plot seems a little tighter and a bit more coherent.
Once again I am sucked in by the quaintness of it all - from the dialogue of the characters, the politeness, and then down to the fact that they all seem to be able to walk around with grenades in their bags. I'm not sure if it is intended this way - but I see these novels as some sort of farce of real spycraft. Everything feels so James Bondish, but to a higher level. The sinister treasure hunt that Tweed & Co are caught up in is entertaining and, at times, unbelievable. The villain is so over-the-top this time, I was reminded of the Inspector Gadget villain sitting in his chair, sharing with us an evil chortle.
Still, I think I'm understanding more of what this series is all about and what to expect, and I will still imagine this taking place in the 50s. I can't help it. The characters, the behaviours, the dialogue - everything to me shouts 50s and not modern times. If you want a spy novel that's an effortless and fun read, give this a go.